Roseluck’s head tilted, eyes sagging heavily as the coach containing herself and the family — five colts and seven fillies ranging from ages five to fifteen, two filly toddlers and a single filly baby, presently nursing at Mama’s Milk Bar, as her older foals jokingly called it — rocked side to side as it flew through the air. A wicked crosswind was making her husband and two sons pulling it work extra hard to stay on course, to say nothing of making the earth pony, and the four among her progeny who were born wingless, queasy.

The family had enjoyed the performative dancing at the Horsawa aviary, gone shopping at the Poniska Arkadia and stopped to get mango ice cream. To Roseluck’s great surprise, it had all gone off without a hitch, marred by not a single major disaster or even a minor one.

It was an unusual occurrence in her experience, and one that left her less grateful than strangely suspicious — no leaking diapers, no deafening screeching during the performance and only minor disagreements from the foals, who had happily slurped down their ice cream and been on their best behavior the entire time.

It’s never this easy. Okay, so what’s the deal? What are the goddesses planning to spring on me? She couldn’t help but cast her eyes upward towards the heavens. In fairness, she knew more of her foals had grown out of such stages — it certainly helps take the load off when some of your offspring have grown to maturity!

That said, there was still so much riding on her back from caring for so many foals. She didn’t regret it; she loved each and every one of them more than she ever thought possible. But that didn’t change the fact that she hadn’t had all that much fun and hadn’t in many years. Alas, such was the cost — and honored privilege — of being Mom to seventeen beautiful and healthy foals.

Enough. I’m probably just being ridiculous, she decided, reminding herself not to look a gift horse in the mouth. It had been a banner day, so now all that was left to cap it off was a good day’s rest…

The whistling of the wind quieted as the coach set down on its wheels, coming to a complete stop in front of their home.

The moment she exited, Roseluck’s ears perked, picking up a sound nopony or nobat else seemed to. And she knew instantly and instinctively that something had gone horribly awry.

Her suspicions already aroused; Rose was still a mother first. She directed the family into small unit detachments, assigning them to manage their baggage and secure the wagon such that the gusty winds wouldn’t send the latter careening off into the woods. Satisfied, she passed off her youngest baby to her fifteen-year-old daughter and squad leader, and then waylaid Europa as he unstrapped himself from his harness.

“Europa, I can hear something ringing on the side of our house!” She watched his reaction carefully as she spoke.

The look on the stallion’s face was one of shock and horror followed by casual disregard and skepticism. A sure sign that things had indeed gone wrong and her husband was somehow responsible. “A ringing... like a bell?”

“Like a kitchen timer!” She bolted off in the direction of the sound before Europa could stop her, and there, resting inside a bush outside her beloved son Charon’s window, was a familiar wind-up timer her husband had been assigned to remind him of both the duty he had to his wife to arrive when he needs to and the duty, he had to his family to remove dinner from the oven before it burned to ashes.

Europa cursed under his breath as she gave the little gadget a thorough examination, twisting the dial all the way to silence it. Etched in red permanent marker at its base in tight, tidy print was the name, 'Europa'.

“Europa…” Roseluck scowled as her husband gave her his most ingratiating smile. “This is your timer…”

“Hah! Well, what do ya know! Looks like I dropped it before we left for town…” He gave his scalp a vigorous scratch, a known nervous tic of his that only deepened Roseluck’s suspicion.

“And it went off at exactly the time we were due back! What do you suppose the odds were for this little… coincidence?” Rose continued dismantling her husband’s failing facade of prevarication and lies with her gaze as he twisted like a twig in the grip of a tornado.

Europa’s wings twitched nervously, furtively glancing up at the treehouse. “Um, can’t say I know for sure, but I should really go fly up there straight away and see if those two are alright!” He spread his wings to take flight.

“Stop.” Roseluck held up a hoof like a Manehatten beat cop directing traffic, speaking in a tone Europa knew better than to disobey. "You’ve already tried to tip them off with a timer, so I will not just let you fly up there to cover up for their... crimes. Now be quiet for a minute and don’t move!”

Before he could offer another protest, Rose’s ears began to rotate left to right and right to left until they focused on one point on the trunk of the tree. “They’re in Phoebe’s room… and they don’t know we’re here yet.” Rose took pride in knowing her daughter and rival — the only mare she knew with such acute auditory sensing capabilities — had been caught unawares and was now at her mercy.

Europa swallowed hard. “And, uh, how might you know that... um, dear?”

“Fly me up to that balcony right now and then get the family inside but give me ten minutes in there alone.” Roseluck emphasized the part about ‘right now’ by stomping her hoof hard enough to make the ground tremble beneath Europa’s hooves.

"I will... fly up to the balcony." Europa lowered his head, his eyes facing the indentation in the grass which saw the full fury of Roseluck's front hooves and for a moment, he remained there — head bowed in repose.

"Good!" Rose cleared her throat, feeling slightly awkward as Europa's head remain hung. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Europa raised his head, his defeated expression replaced by one of... Rose would have to call it 'defiance'. "I will fly you up there under one condition, Rose."

Rose took a step back at her now uncharacteristically uncooperative husband, her eyebrows furrowing and gave a loud snort. "Conditions? Europa, you went behind my back and against my wishes and tried to hook up our own foals! You need to make this right and fly me up there!"

"Let me speak, Rose!" Europa snapped back. Rose cringed slightly and relented.

What has gotten into her husband? Rose knew she was in the right and Europa had never ever prolonged an argument he'd knew he lost in the eighteen years they'd been married. "Okay, fine! Honestly, I can't believe you're resisting at this point after being caught hooves in the cookie jar but go ahead... I'm listening!" She all but forced the last two words through her teeth.

"Rose, I will answer for what I've done wrong, both before you and the Goddesses for not being honest with you. I'm sorry." Rose allowed a bit of her to subside at his genuinely remorseful declaration. "I will fly you up there as promised but I don't want you to barge in there and interrupt them."

Rose looked back at her husband as if he'd completely lost his mind.

"Watch them enjoy each other's bodies for just a moment and consider carefully if you want to tear asunder this couple Harmony has seen fit to join together." Europa reared up on his hooves and make a dramatic snapping gesture with his hooves.

"You're... a-actually serious, aren't you?" Roseluck couldn't help but admire her foolish husband's gift for saying just the right thing. Curse him! "You want me to not only accept what's going on up in that bedroom but consider the merits of it like I'm examining concept package art design for a box of Fancy Lad's Snack Cakes?"

"I want you to consider that what our son and daughter have found in each other might be more natural than you're allowing it..." Europa jabbed a hoof in the direction of the house. "...and it's beautiful!"

Roseluck fell back on her haunches and took a deep breath. "You're asking a lot. I'd almost say too much, even for the love of my life to request!" The earth mare gave an anxious whine as she realized in all this time they'd been talking, the worst thing imaginable was still going on above their heads and she was allowing it to happen. And yet...

"I accept your conditions... my love," Rose bowed her head, returning Europa's earlier gesture. "I make no promises I won't tear the door off the hinges but I will at least consider things before I do it."

Europa smiled, albeit with a hint of what looked like cautious optimism. "I'll settle for that, dear. Let's get you up there!"

The sound grew louder as the pair circled the house; Europa’s legs wrapped tightly around his wife’s barrel. It was a sound Roseluck knew all too well. The sound of slippery wetness, of bodies in vigorous motion. Of a mare doing what she was born to do with a well-hung and well-practiced lover.

Her lip curled and ears laid back at the thought of the mare being her long-eared, breathtakingly gorgeous, pixie daughter and the well-hung stallion being her handsome, sweet-natured, perfect and innocent son. Whatever Europa thought about this, she could never give her blessing to such a thing.

Rose still couldn't help but feel just a little shame in laying an ambush for her own family but knew full well the foals would try to lie to their mother if they weren’t caught in the act, and Roseluck wasn’t willing to have to drag it out of them. Then they were going to get treated for this… unnatural fetish and live the rest of their lives happy with other ponies. Why Rose hadn’t dealt with this issue after all the past instances of catching them making out together or playing hoofsie under the table was beyond her.

Rose wondered where’d she’d gone so long so wrong with Little Phoebe, the scrappiest and most stout-hearted filly, she’d ever known. She was the very picture of a young thestral mare in her sexual prime wearing her gray leather racing suit while soaring fearlessly through the sky during her daily practice flights for the Shadowbolts racing team. Surely the prospect of meeting fit and attractive males during the Hunt was incentive enough to keep her on the true path?

Even beyond that, she'd had every opportunity to get to know the neighborhood colts once she stopped falling ill and could catch some action out of Europa’s watchful eye. Not enough to give her the reputation Rose has once basked in, of being the filly every colt wanted to know, but just enough to give her the basic experience she’d need to carry her into adulthood without being a complete novice.

Oh, if only they were still living in Equestria! Even after so many years in Thestralslovakia, Roseluck still had the resources and connections to get any filly tucked within a matter of hours, whether rain or shine or parasprite invasion. She had literally hundreds of stallions who owed her dozens of favors: pegasi, fellow earth ponies and thestrals if she were feeling up to travel. If she were really up for some excitement, Rose would pass her off to Tea Cup for Spring Vacation who was still very much the eligible bachelorette Rose used to be.

But she feared all that was lost now. As much as she wanted to blame Europa for her daughter’s terminally uneventful upbringing, Rose suspected that if she’d really taken the time to care for this confused young mare, she’d have been freed from this weird Thestralslovakian Puritanism and been with a hundred different partners by now. With those good looks and the ability to fly, the sky was quite literally the limit.

And don’t get her started on Charon.

He was the best of both races and cultures. His firm build carried the noblest markings of earth pony heritage and the thestral tradition of work ethic, family values and sacrifice to Princess and Province. Surely his devoted care for his sister was evidence of that, even if his motives were… less than harmonious. And while he wasn’t the best flyer in the colony, he made up for it in other areas. Solid, dependable, honest and versatile: That was her son, a master of all trades.

So as far as she was concerned, it could only be considered a crime against equinity itself that he wasn’t already spreading his seed across two nations. While the gender inequality wasn’t the alarming six-to-one ratio between females and males in Equestria, Thestralslovakia was still easily two-to-one, if not worse.

There were lonely mares everywhere he could be servicing, carrying on Roseluck’s legacy of spreading harmony through lovemaking before settling down and taking many wives. With such impressive endowment including two great, bulging, seed-producing apples such as his, he had the size and seed to satisfy a herd of three mares at least!

And what was he doing for marekind instead of his duty? Staying indoors and refusing to meet other age-mates from the village, insisting on caring for his brothers and sisters, especially Phoebe, even as Rose insisted, she could make time for him to strike out alone. The thought made Roseluck want to cry. Such a tragedy. Such a waste.

Her jaw set as they neared touchdown on the bedroom balcony. Not on my watch, you two. This ends now… for the sake of all ponykind and for Love itself!

Rose, set down noiselessly on the deck and looked inside. She'd made a promise to Europa, even if she didn't feel particularly inclined to honor an agreement with the stallion who'd only recently broken theirs. The pair were hanging from the dangle beam, facing the wall at an angle that gave the onlooker a glimpse of Charon's face. Her son had his impressive wings fully extended to his side like the statue of an old war hero in Horsawa square, and Roseluck couldn’t help but admit to herself Charon looked the part of a hero himself: strong, his face a mask of resolve and dedication as he drove his generous endowment repeatedly into her sister who wailed in the throes of pure passion with each vigorous thrust.

Phoebe’s long tongue dangled wetly near the rumpled surface and ruined sheets of the bed, writhing and dripping. Rose, unfortunately, couldn’t see Phoebe’s face from where she hid, but her vivid imagination conjured up the image of her glassy-eyed stare, jaw agape as their love juices mingled with their sweat, running freely down their back, chest and thighs.

Charon’s balls, as pink and shiny as they were on the day of his birth, were ruddy from slapping the back of her sister’s firm rump and looking quite a bit emptier than usual. To answer why, Roseluck’s eyes trailed down to the floor beneath them where a large puddle of viscous love jelly had pooled from the pair of slickened bodies suspended above.

His rose-red coat and emerald, green mane and tail were covered with sweat, giving Rose the impression the pair had been rutting for quite some time — hours, even. To watch him, she had to admit he was a true stud, born to breed. Perhaps for the first time in his life, he had been given proper freedom and expression to fulfill his destiny, and by Celestia, her princely son had seized the day!

Despite her ire, she couldn’t help but experience a motherly moment of pride at the sight of these two perfect physical specimens, the product of her own love and laboring womb, locked together in mutual admiration of the other as she bit her lips at the sight and smells of their no-longer-unrequited lust.

Rose had known and felt this kind of intense, forbidden taboo male attention before, Rose realized, placing herself in Phoebe's horseshoes as her high-pitched squeaks of pleasure radiated through wood and glass. It was large, striped and undeniably exotic.

And it only made the penetration so much hotter. She'd never forget the scent of tea on the air whenever they had sex, which Rose swore the zebras subsisted entirely on, or the feeling of being coveted by every zebra stallion she'd met.

Was that all just... a fetish? Rose remembered the hostility she got very soon after arriving in Detrot from other ponies who seemed to think the same way about what she was doing as Rose did about her two foals. It drove her far away from Detrot... all the way to Ponyville to escape the shame, abuse and even one instance of violence from a fellow pony.

Roseluck swallowed hard. Am I really the monster this time?

The longer she watched, the more rapt and amorously attentive she became. Forget who they were. Forget what their relationship to each other was. Forget her own feelings! For she knew well from her own enormous experience that the sight of two beautiful, fertile creatures having sex and expressing their love for life and each other in doing so was the highest art known to ponykind.

No... I'm not a monster! This isn't the same as what happened to me. Their future! I need to think long-term! I'm supposed to be the adult!

Roseluck’s right forehoof made a half-hearted move towards the door but gave up as soon as she’d resolved to do it. To see them there before her, in lust and very much in love… how was any of this wrong? “Mi Amore Cadenza, forgive me for where my heart has strayed…” Rose tore her eyes away from the incestuous scene unfolding before her, but could not avoid overhearing the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, her son’s oddly satisfying grunts of exertion, and Phoebe’s high-pitched shrieks occasionally interwoven with exhortations of Charon’s masculine prowess.

“Buck me… Buck me… Buck me… buckmebuckmebuckmebuckmebuckmebuckme!” Phoebe’s gasped mantra was raspy, spoken through vocal cords strained by obvious overuse. “Ahhhhhh~!”

Rose then heard the telltale splatter of excess cum join the growing puddle on the floor, bringing her attention back to the inside of the room. What possibility could she ignore the horrifying yet alluring disaster occurring before her? If he doesn’t stop… the shrinking rational part of her mind warned.

But he didn’t stop. Charon was an insatiable feral creature now, completely lost to his desire for Phoebe; the filly he used to tuck into bed and read stories to, tending lovingly and without rest when she was ill. He growled like a beast, bit her firmly on the scruff of the neck — to which Phoebe gave a euphoric “Yes!” — and hilted himself inside of her again and again and again…

Rose looked down and put a hoof over her mouth in horror as a slick, clear coating of precum graced the rough wooden balcony.

There was no denying what was now obvious to Roseluck, who dug her left forehoof into her marehood as she bit into her right to silence herself, now afraid of being discovered by them! Europa was right after all. This wasn’t an abomination but the work of Harmony! Charon loved her sister and she loved him right back! Their joy was a palpable aura, radiating out from the entire tree… into Roseluck’s very heart.

“My son and my daughter… truly in love! I’m so sorry I doubted you Europa… my stallion... Umph~! Ah! Ah! AHHHHHHHHHH!”Roseluck shuddered, eyes tearing up as her orgasm ripped out of her from both ends, splattering against the deck as she continued to squeal. There was a commotion inside the room as she just caught their heads whipping around. This was it. Her son and daughter knew everything.

And that only made it hotter.

“AHHHHHN~!” Roseluck’s renewed orgasm left her clutching the doorknob for support, lest she tumble off the balcony to her doom, only for it to open and send her spilling into the room in an overheated heap. The two teens looked down on their mother in shock, unable to move and speak, still locked at their hips in an erotic embrace.

Another orgasm, fueled by the smell of pheromones and sweat from the pool mere inches from her nose bubbled to the surface, Roseluck only having time to give her progeny an apologetic look before cumming hard enough to make her eyes cross, followed by a second and a third.

“H-h-hi, you two! UNN~! W-were back from… B-BUCK! Back from… town… AHHHHH NOT AGAIN!”

Gritting their teeth, the teenaged pair watched their mother scream one final time, cum coating the balcony in arching streams of spattered pearl, one after another, eyes crossed from the pleasure consuming her before slowly ebbing to a trickle, then a dribble, and finally... dead silence.

For several minutes, neither of them spoke. Dad reluctantly peeked his head in from the bedroom door, confusion and something like wonderment upon his visage as he beheld the unlikely scene.

"Eh heh..." Phoebe beat her wings in what Roseluck recognized as arousal. "Hi, Daddy~!"

Europa's only response was to gape in apparent awe as his bathood hit the floor with an audible thunk.

“Oh, uh… hi, Dad. I, uh, might’ve dropped the timer…” Charon admitted sheepishly and then cleared his throat. “Mom, does this mean Phoebe and I can get married?”

Finally shaking off her stupor, Roseluck raised her head and scowled. “Absolutely not!”

The three looked back at Rose, impending mutiny in their expressions.

“Hehehe… Kidding! Kidding!” Roseluck rolled over onto her side, basking in the afterglow. “Oh, come on, laugh, everypony! This is completely bucked up, but I don’t even care anymore!”

The three looked at each other nervously before reluctantly, they began to laugh.

Charon and Phoebe separated from each other and flapping their wings, dropped to the floor — Phoebe’s landing a graceful, almost whisper-quiet affair while Charon crashed down onto all fours like a circus elephant. He looked away grinning sheepishly as the room’s laughter turned towards him. He may not have had his sister’s talent for flight but his good sense of humor and willingness to take a joke was a major point in his favor, as Rose saw it.

“I look forward to your wedding!” Roseluck smiled warmly before closing her eyes and sprawling out onto the carpet like a huge, rose-themed cat. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to sleep this off.”

The three laughed in earnest this time, Europa and Charon lifting Rose onto Europa’s back.

The laughter still echoing through the halls, the four made their way downstairs, Roseluck began drifting off to sleep.

Before drifting into slumber, her fleeting consciousness fading into blissful blackness, she thought of her handsome, powerfully built stud of a son, driving his sister to near insanity from sexual pleasure — Roseluck's heart skipping a beat. Phoebe's flirtatious salutation to her father and his non-verbal but easily understood response. And she knew, as soon as she woke up again, there was going to be a long, private and very candid discussion about the future of all four of them.

And with that, she passed out.

Author's Note

Thanks as always to Firesight and Silentwoodfire for the timely editing.

Thank you one and all for reading my story. <3 <3 <3

Edits applied to all chapters from 2/22/2021 to 2/28/2021.